lucky

I really have been lucky because I've always had a very healthy attitude to my body.

I was lucky that I had friends who have maintained a very regular attitude with me and haven't changed how they interact with me.

Luck is believing you're lucky.

Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care...Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who at lucky! As for the other men, stagnant night is upon them.

I guess its because we all want to believe that what we do is very important, that people hang on to our very word, that they care what we think. The truth is, you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone-anyone-feel a little better.

Good luck is a residue of preparation.

Daughter," said the Hermit, "I have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never met any such thing as Luck.

The human mind has a tendency to observe unsystematic events and assign a pattern to the results. A habitual risk-taker reorganizes the stream of random events and retrospectively attributes the outcome of indiscriminate trials to their own gambling __trategies._ We often hear people say that they are lucky or unlucky, when in actuality they can claim no ownership in the occurrence of chaotic outcomes. A false sense of the existence of luck can cause people to discount the value of their actual effort, skill, and training.

It's bad luck not to believe in luck.

Luck is believing your lucky.

Do adults realize how lucky they are?

I am not lucky, but I am favoured because luck runs out; but God's favour will abide with me forever.

Luck is not as random as you think.Before that lottery ticket won the jackpot, someone had to buy it.

Wilem: 'What is the word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?''Lucky?' Denna suggested. 'Tired? Ambidextrous?''Ambisextrous,' I corrected.

We can give happiness a chance: happiness is learnable. Life is a choice and happiness is a question of focusing, hearing and seeing the right things behind the appearances. It is a matter of finding out, differencing worthiness and irrelevance, connectedness and distantness, warmth and aloofness, brightness and dimness. Happiness is the lucky potential to steer friskily along the cliffs of the unknown avoiding the obstacles of narcissism and conceit. ( " Happiness blowing in the wind. " )

I like being on my own. I mean, I'm sure a Pack__ best for some dogs, but I've walked alone since I left my Pup Pack. I can look after myself.

I cannot imagine how much I must__e suffered in my previous lives to be fortunate enough to have parents like you in this life.

What luck has gave you will probably leave you.